“Dog Days…or How I Spent My Summer Vacation” by Julie Dolcemaschio

The dog sat cross-legged on a park bench
While Jezebel smoked a fag part way down
She flicked the three-quarters-white stick in the
direction of the dog
Who caught it and smoked it the rest of the way
waxing philosophic as dogs are wont to do

‘T’was the way of it, then, eh?’ he said
thinking he was Irish and settled
Tufts of hair, both white and dark
Stuck straight up on a head that sported a
Shar Pei meets Homer Simpson face
if you get my drift

His body, elongated and hairless
And at the end stood a tail fanned out and up,
like a giant park fountain, he was an ugly cuss
a sad sack, and retched so-and-so…
yet his words, while vague, lingered on the ear
like a Barrymore song, except on key

Julie Dolcemaschio

(Julie’s book “TESTAROSSA” soon to be released with KRILL PRESS)

Photo by VC Ferry

© 2010

“Parts” by Mel Green

My eyes you left like starving dogs
craving a glimpse of you.
My hands little more than children’s toys
throwing shadows to amuse.
My tongue still lies within your mouth
it tastes nothing else.
Look how arrogance litters this absence.
What use was it? Laughable, croaking thing…
I detest it so.
Look boys, what’s left of rage when it’s lost its bellows.
Say it—emptied by Love!
This tangle heaped and stinking on the ground
waits, ear pressed to earth’s chest,
eavesdropping on the muck…
hoping to hear the sweet loom of your voice
come to weave these parts to a purpose
that makes me whole again.

Mel Green

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© 2010

“Denial In F Major” by L. K. Thayer

Chet & Joey

I unzipped my mail yesterday
and found guest parking permits
to my street stamped

‘expires Mar. 2010.’

I’m in the process of digesting this
info with my english muffin & coffee,
it left a lump in my throat.
Where is all this fun I’m supposed to have had
while the time is flying by at warp speed…I asked
my cat, a 20lb. Maine Coon I call “Chet Baker,”
who’d been dumped at a “high kill” shelter downtown.
He smiles and continues licking
his long grey coat with buff under belly.
In the summer when it was hot in L.A., I caught
Chet trying to sell his fur coat on ebay…
“100% real Maine Coon!”
he thought he would get a few bids, a few bucks,
it was hot, what the heck.
He knew I needed help with the rent, or I had to go
“catting around”, maybe downtown…I guess he got the
hint when each day I came home from work,
side eyeing him and his dog brother Joey,
moaning, “when are YOU guys going to get a job?”
ebay was a bust, no bites.
I guess “100% Maine Coon fur”
is like “so 2008.”

L. K. Thayer

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© 2009

“Dog Days” by Alexis Rhone Fancher

Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

he wants to take me to another hotel,
says sex is always hotter in a strange bed.
the winters in Las Vegas are colder than I expected.
I forgot my coat. we did it four times yesterday. spent $400 on room service. that’s
$100 a pop.
I prefer purple orchids, big cocks. I eschew the mini bar & the tv in
the john.

overkill, ya know what I mean?
there are long necked swans in the wading pool,
spying. frequent flier miles add up & now I only fly first class.
I miss my son every time I do something that takes two hands.
the dogs have stopped barking.

Alexis Rhone Fancher

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© 2009